Bob, the Dark Rizzards and Church of the Seven Deadly Sins at the World Ball
Cursed. Cursed and Doomed. Witnessing this breathtaking barrage of brawn and badness, Sally put her hands to her temples in order to try to cope, and hopefully dispel the waves of nope.
But then…!!! just as Sally was about to give up hope…
'He' arrived...
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At this, the esteemed readers gasped.
Was he… him?!?!
Who exactly was… him?!?!
Was him… he?!?!
Who was… He?!?!
Amidst the confusion, several of the esteemed readers cracked their knuckles.
"Author..." one of them, an extremely good looking person, says seemingly sweetly, but the undercurrent of discontent is unmistakable.
"Remember what you said about cliffhangers in Chapter 7?!?!"
Author gulps. "Uh, All right... don't forget those power stones though if you want to see my development in the story!!!" he nevertheless urges shamelessly.
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"Hehe" suddenly a man chuckled.
Indeed, unbeknownst to all, Itvasme had a twin brother, Itvashim!!!
Itvashim Diogenes was the twin brother of Itvasme, an elegant and charming man on the surface, a Grand Dark Rizzard underneath, and his existence allowed the Dark Rizzards access to elite levels of influence, a secret known to very few even in the upper echelons of the Dark Rizzard Alliance.
Their twinning duality was one of their trump cards, for, as his twin, Itvashim could often give Itvasme and vice versa the perfect alibi, allowing the duo to double their dastardly deeds, and create opportunities that wouldn't ordinarily be possible, such as getting invited to the World Ball.
Of course!!!
The World Ball was such a huge opportunity to get close to Ice Queen Sally, how could the Dark Rizzards not be prepared and try to... literally, take advantage of... 'the situation'?!?!
By 'the situation', since you are a grandmaster reader of this novel at this point, you would of course know that this as always, referred to Ice Queen Sally herself...!
The Dark Rizzards' plan, as always, was simple.
Itvasme would spike Sally's drink with his newly concocted drug, C2H5OH, and Itvashim would serve it to her, and then with her Anti-Rizz Index downed, he would escort her to her chambers… where on a bed they would pound... leaving the Dark Rizzards wearing the victor's crown, and Ice Queen Sally wearing nothing but a cute little frown...!!!
"Hehe..." The charming and handsome man, exuding a devilish Aura of Dark Rizzardry, approached Ice Queen Sally, his maniacal hunger masked by a facade of genteel elegance...
"My dear Sally... May I have the pleasure of this dance?"
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Itvashim!!! And Itvasme!!!!
It was who?!?!?!
So by 'he', did you mean Itvashim, or did you mean Itvasme?!?!
Well it wasn't me, said Itvasme.
It was me! said Itvashim.
Oh I guess 'he' wasn't 'him' after all…
But in fact Itvashim!!!
So it was him?!?!
No…
But you just said…
"Dear oh dearie me...!" An old grandma sighed as she bit into her crumpet, breaking the confusion as well as the crisp outer layer of the English specialty.
We say grandma, but it was, of course, in fact Pope Doris, who had personally come to the World Ball in order to prolong her life through… means known only to the Church of the Seven Deadly Sins!
In truth, there was a reason why the Church of the Seven Deadly Sins was full of pensioners over the age of 69.
It hadn't always been the case. Originally, the congregation had been full of Youth and Vitality, but owing to Doris' requirements to stay alive, she had, turn by turn, tryst by tryst, sucked each one of the parishioners dry, akin to a succubus in an adult fantasy movie, except in real life…!!!
The members of the congregation, men and women, young and old, had had their turn of fun, since Doris' Succubus Arts provided them the pinnacle of pleasure... but it was at the price of their very Life essence itself!!!
Needless to say, having been warned by Old Man Li, Bob, via his Valentine avatar, was also on the World Ball scene, their aim, to keep Sally safe and counter the ambitions of the Dark Rizzards…
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At this point, the 'dancing' was in full swing... and as always, this was meant... literally.
Maximus Meatius had succeeded in pulling off a complex leg grab, and was now spinning Directus Approachus around like Mário swung around Bowsér, and after a buildup, had let loose… taking Directus to new heights of experience that the forthright young man had never known.
They subsequently later became besties with benefits... although what those benefits entailed would of course, be a story for a later chapter...
After this, with Directus dispatched, it became a one on one between Arroe and Meatius. Arroe had whipped out his… lithe sword, being a master of fencing. Meatius had countered by pulling out a ball and chain, his intent to choke and gag Arroe's offense, and then have his way with the following proceedings…
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"May I have the pleasure of this dance?"
Amidst the chaos, Itvashim made his move.
After some unpleasant pleasantries, Sally found herself whisked onto the dance floor, Itvashim was, like Itvasme, a grand Dark Rizzard, and of course, had some Rizz ability albeit of the Dark kind.
Sally felt a sense of danger and adrenaline… it was a kind of strange fascination, kind of like she was watching a train wreck about to happen, but you just couldn't pull your eyes away…
After the dance, Itvashim had, as if by magic, procured them two drinks. It was all going to plan!!!!
He watched with narrowed eyes as Sally raised the glass to her lips…
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